That last night, whilst dining at ‘The Vietnamese’ restaurant in the valley prior to attending a Black Keys/Gomez concert, I had a flutter of nerves when I realised that Gomez was sitting just a few tables over from ours. Adament that I would not repeat my starry-eyed babblings upon meeting Bruce Paige in the back of a cab and referring to him as Bruce McAvaney, I resolved just to sit and eat my meal and not reinforce the fan/celebrity divide. After all, they did appear to be slovenly, chubby, nerds who – save for being rock stars – would not likely be the first invited to one’s BBQ/wedding/baby shower. I must mention that Storm and Casey – mad Gomez fans both – made the point of sitting facing the boys leaving Cole and I the task of looking inconspicuous as we peeked over our shoulders for a gander.

I do, however, have nothing on this Gomez fan. Different Gomez, but still, you never know!